The Making of a Rubber Lab Drone (Patreon)

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Lucas had always been curious about the future of work, but he never imagined his new job at Xedryk's Laboratory would be quite so... immersive. The dimly lit changing room hummed with mechanical life, and his heart pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he stripped naked, eyeing the yellow rubber bodysuit laid out before him. It was thick, vulcanized, and covered in strange markings—crash-test symbols, QR codes, and bio-mechanical indicators.

He donned the suit, struggling to pull the tight rubber over his limbs, torso, and finally, his head. As it sealed, he felt a hiss, and his senses began to distort. The visor tinted his vision orange, and a dispassionate voice from above instructed him to "proceed with on-boarding procedures."

A figure entered, perhaps a technician or a handler, explaining the suit's "features" in a bland tone. "This is your first layer. It self-heals and manages bodily waste autonomously." Lucas felt the suit constrict around his throat, and then a rubber-tipped device slid deep into his mouth, pressing against his vocal cords, silencing him. He tried to swallow, to scream, but no sound escaped.

Then, he felt it—the probing push of a rubber plug against his anus. The suit wasn't just covering him; it was invading him, taking control of his most intimate functions. The plug pressed in, immobilizing him, while a rubber sheath encased his penis, tightening and locking, forcing a urethral tube deep inside him. He gasped, or tried to, as the suit began to manage his breathing, feeding him air in measured rhythm.

"We manage all biological functions here," the handler droned on, "including your arousal. You'll find it difficult to focus on anything but your work now." Lucas's face heated as he struggled, but the rubber held firm, molded to his skin. He could feel his cock trying to harden, but the chastity sheath prevented it, sending waves of frustrated desire coursing through him.

Panic clawed at him as a pink rubber ring began to rise from the floor, creeping up his legs, fusing seamlessly with the yellow layer. It climbed higher, squeezing his limbs, his torso, and finally, his head, leaving him blind, mute, and entombed. His senses were numb, his body tense and suffocating in the rubber that molded around him. He tried to scream, but only a muffled, desperate "Mmmmhp!" escaped.

Then came the third layer, this one marked in a leopard pattern. It morphed his head into a feline shape, pressing around his mouth, forcing his jaw into a snout. His hands melded into paw-like mittens, his feet into rounded, padded paws. His vision returned through narrowed, feline lenses, and he stared back at his reflection—no longer a man, but a rubberized, anthropomorphic leopard, adorned with a collar that pulsed gently against his neck, a "SN-003" marked on his chest.

[Drone SN-003 is ready...]

beep

[New object updated]

[HUB enabling...]

"What? Why my voice... Uggh!"

The collar hummed to life, sending waves of commands into his mind, syncing his new body to the lab's rhythm. His thoughts fogged as protocols and tasks replaced his past, his fears, his dreams. He tried to fight it, but the suit pulsed and tightened, forcing compliance. His cock throbbed, trapped and denied, the frustration driving him to focus on anything but his own desperate arousal.

"Geez... need to work..." his robotized voice responded automatically to the collar's first command. He was guided to a work pod, the latex coat unfurling from his shoulders as he stepped inside, his mind narrowing to just one focus: work.

A surge of pleasure pulsed through him, a reward for his compliance. He felt a stifled sense of satisfaction, his cock throbbing in its rubber prison. The sterile laboratory bustled around him, and Lucas—or whatever he'd been—surrendered. The collar gave one last signal, a pulse that erased any lingering remnants of rebellion, leaving only the desperate, aching need to serve and obey.

The Xedryk's rubber laboratory owned him now, body and soul, forever entombed in his new, erotic prison. His cock pulsed again, a futile reminder of his past desires, now forever controlled and denied, all for the sake of his new existence as a lab drone.

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[TO BE CONTINUE]